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iWanna Know

Carly's eyes opened and focused on the bright red numbers on the mahogany nightstand a couple feet in away. 3:54 am. Trying to ignore her alarm clock's taunting, she rolled over. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying sleep to overtake her. After a moment of silence, Carly groaned and looked at the clock again. 3:57 am. I guess sleep just isn't going to happen tonight, she told herself. There was just too much on her mind. Someone, really.

Her mind wandered to earlier in the day, back to the hallway with Freddie. She'd kissed him in a moment of weakness. She'd hadn't been thinking, obviously, if she had, she wouldn't have kissed him. Right? In the dark of the night she wasn't so sure of her answer to this question anymore.

Before the kiss, yes.

After that kiss… she just didn't know.

She'd always had a crush on Jake; Freddie had never even bleeped on her radar before. Yet now, as she cling onto her red flowered comforter, she was thinking about him that way. Just hours after they'd kissed; her thoughts stopped as she remembered that kiss. How perfect it'd been. However, the aftermath of the kiss wasn't exactly what she'd wanted.

As their kiss had ended prematurely, due to Freddie's mom opening the door while yelling his name. They had pulled apart quickly enough that his mother hadn't noticed anything but their hug. "Freddie," Ms. Benson said, "It's late! Why aren't you in bed?"

Freddie, clearly annoyed, looked from his mother back just in time to see Carly's back as she went to open her own door. "Mom," he'd said, "It's only 11… and it's Saturday."

"Weekends are no excuse for staying up late. You need your rest or you'll be cranky in the morning!"

"Just give me a minute, Mom," Freddie said though clenched teeth.

"You have three minutes," Ms. Benson said before shutting the door.

"Carly," Freddie said as soon as the door shut. "Wait!" Carly stopped in her tracks, the door to her own apartment half open now. "About a minute ago…" he began.

Carly felt panic rise up in her. She knew kissing Freddie was a mistake; now all she wanted was to take it back. It would never – could never – work out. "Don't worry about it," she said too quickly. "It was just the heat of the moment, sorry for leading you on like that… Can we just pretend it never happened?"

A stifling silence fell between before Freddie, unable to catch Carly's eye as she too embarrassed to stare anywhere besides the ground. "Yeah, it never happened."

Now, as she stared at the illuminated red numbers of her alarm clock, Carly was wishing she hadn't spoken those words; how could she take them back?